Emilia might have warded off the boys’ wandering eyes when she mildly scolded them earlier when she bent over, but by her sixth or so ball, they were back to staring whenever she bent over. Her form was slipping, and Jaxton said, “Hey, Mrs. Candless, you mind a pointer?”
“No, not at all.”
“You’re swinging too wide.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Happens to me when I’ve been playing for a while,” he said. “Here.”
He came over with his own driver, and in slow motion, brought his club back in a swing. “Right about here,” he said. “Try that.”
Emilia lined up as he backed away, and did as he directed. Her swing immediately improved, and she smiled at him. “Thanks, Jaxton.”
“You bet.”
Milo said, “Hey, I think I can help too.”
“Oh?” she asked.
He came over and sidled up behind her. Without warning, he reached around her and took the club, his groin sliding against the fabric of her ass. “You’re gripping it too high,” he murmured into her ear.
She should have told him to back up, but the contact, the closeness of his cock was so pleasurable all Emilia could think to do was glance over her shoulder and murmur, “Gotta have the right grip.”
“Mm hm,” Milo said, his smile widening. Oh God, but if they hadn’t been out in the open like this, that smile could have led to some very bad things. “Try it.”
She brought back the club as his hands fell to her waist. Emilia brought down the club at the same time as Milo ground harder against her. The ball shot wide left, and he backed away as Jaxton cracked up.
“Nah, nah,” he said. “Here. I gotta show you again.”
Jaxton came around behind her, and Emilia was dwarfed by the bulk of him. His hands came around her and she eased back against his hard muscles, sucking in a breath when she thought she felt his cock surge against her ass. He breathed against her neck, “You had it right the first time. Gotta grip it near the tip. That a girl. Like that.”
She brought her arms back again, and Jaxton dropped his hands to her waist, just as Milo had. Along the way, though, his hands brushed the sides of her breasts, and her hands shook as the club reached its zenith. When she swung, the ball careened right, and reluctantly, Jaxton stepped back.
“My turn,” Simon said, and stepped forward to reach around her waist.
“And what advice do you have?” Emilia asked as he pulled her back against him. Something iron hard pressed against her back.
“Advice?” he breathed into her ear. “Grip it however the hell you want to, Mrs. Candless.”
She couldn’t help shivering against him, and brought her arms back in one more swing. His hands fell to her waist, and he cupped her ass between them as she swung. The ball flew perfectly straight.
The mood shifted after that. Their playful banter stopped, and now the boys were staring at Emilia with an openness that in equal parts excited and unnerved her. She hit another couple balls, this time without anyone’s “help,” and called it a day.
“You boys have fun,” she said.
“See you again soon, Mrs. Candless?” Milo asked hopefully.
Whatever inner turmoil was going on, Emilia smiled at him. “You don’t need to keep me company this summer.”